A cold girl undresses,
the mirrors melt like candles,
and her pure mother punishes her,
socks fly next to the stars,
she wants me to bathe her ±e the river
every time she discovers it behind the door,
it is perfumed with impatient blood,
a smell that dolls do not know.
A cold girl She gets naked,
the owls say they haven't seen anything,
she plays with lipstick
and hugs the tenderness of the pillow,
the devil comes with flowers and wine,
she takes pleasure in her tricks,
sleep, child, I will be your lover,
and hell is sweet as an apple.

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